Chapter 94: The Immortals Fall

But this realization did not necessarily make me completely lose my cool, lose my bearings, all because of this woman in front of me.

I never thought I would be the lucky protagonist, and I never thought that I would have to meet a kind person in such a place to help me.

Therefore, this woman’s inexplicable appearance and telling me these things must have a purpose. I believe in the beauty of the world, and I also believe in the reality of the world.

This is not a shameful thing. After all, from another perspective, the exchange of equality and mutual benefit is the basis for all relationships.

This thought calmed my nerves, and I stretched my muscles against the big rock. Then I asked, in a relaxed tone, “What do you need?”

The woman looked at me with interest and said, “I thought people who go out to get struck by lightning always have a short circuit in their brains, but I didn’t expect you to be an impulsive person.

“Actually, you don’t have to praise me. I’m either very deep or impulsive like a fool. Isn’t it boring to live a simple life?” I said lazily.

“Haha… interesting. I don’t think I’m so repulsed by you anymore.” When the woman said this, the way she looked at me was no longer deliberately seductive, but instead had a certain clarity, although I didn’t know what this clarity meant.

“Just think of me as a person living, I have to have some kind of pursuit. Don’t worry about the reason for my impulsiveness… you’ll be willing to help me, right?” I squinted my eyes slightly, I didn’t want to talk about boring things with her, and brought the topic back.

“That’s true. Whatever reason you say, I can hardly imagine that your pursuit is to be struck by lightning. Also, don’t squint and play handsome. Your whole body is scarred and it really doesn’t suit you.” The woman finally stopped leaning against the tree and walked towards me.

“Scars heal quickly, but no matter what kind of woman has the right to be beautiful, and no matter what kind of man has the right to be handsome?” As she walked towards me, I felt inexplicably tense. In fact, my intuition told me that this woman was not simple, and even a little dangerous. However, I had already established a fragile cooperative relationship with her in our conversation, and I could not act rashly.

She stopped about 30 cm away from me. Her hair, lightly blown by the night wind, brushed my cheek, and her breath also lightly hit my face.

This is an uncomfortable distance, because people are afraid of loneliness, so they build a society and form a large environment for living together. But uneasiness is also a human instinct, possessed by everyone, so people often resist others getting too close to them.

One meter is a safe distance, and it is also a just right distance. This woman is so close to me that I will naturally resist instinctively.

But she didn’t seem to care. She let me stand there stiffly, but then deliberately leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Yes, the scar will heal quickly because God is a paranoid, perverted guy who won’t allow any imperfections if he can help it. But I’m having a hard time getting used to you, you know?”

I naturally didn’t understand, and I looked at her with a short-circuit in my brain.

She didn’t explain, but her soft, boneless hands moved like a slow flowing stream across my chest. Then I felt something being placed in my shirt. She didn’t move away from me, but continued to whisper in my ear, “It was hard to remember my steps, wasn’t it? There’s an easier way.”

“Hmm…” I was speechless, or rather, I felt very strange and uneasy in the face of such a woman, with her breath tickling my ear.

But she thought I was boring, and soon her cheeks turned cold again, and she quickly pulled away from me.

“What do you need me to do?” At this point, I had already taken out of my clothes the thing she had just stuffed in. It turned out to be a drawing, which very accurately depicted everything in the large courtyard. A road was marked with a conspicuous red line in the middle, and there were tiny words on the side of the road with detailed instructions.

For example, how to take this road, where to go left or right… I was naturally overjoyed to get such a thing. I had no time, but I inexplicably held a trump card in my hand.

At this time, the woman did not say anything, but neatly gathered her hair and took out a small bottle of wine from a small leather bag full of ancient style, took a big sip of it, then let out a long breath and said, “It seems that it is very difficult to adapt to you, so difficult that I would rather take the risk to help you.”

I didn’t understand what she meant, and could only stare at her in wonder.

She didn’t want to explain, just looked at me and said, “God has invested a lot in you. Your injury can be delayed for up to seven days. I gave you the ‘key’ to break free, or I can give you some help later. The only thing you have to do is to destroy God’s plan with all your might.”

“Like what?” I raised my eyebrows.

“For example, he actually took your male body, but he only wanted to take your life as a child… Don’t let him succeed.” The woman finished the small bottle of wine in two sips and then began to turn and leave.

“Actually, I really want to know why you are trying so hard to get me to destroy this? And why is it me?” It is absolutely false to say that I am not curious.

“Two reasons. First, it could only be you. Second, people who can make the gods angry are not simple. For example, an old guy two years ago. As for the reason, it’s even simpler. I followed him like a believer, and he followed death. But he was my follower, so how could I let him die?” After saying this, the woman’s pace became extremely fast again, much faster than when she approached me before.

Two years ago, the old guy? Could it be my master? I couldn’t help but want to ask about my master, but she was already far away.

Forget it, I sighed with a sense of resignation. She said she might be able to help me again next time. Besides, I should be grateful to fate for giving me such a chance.

I clutched the drawing in my hand, which was extremely precious to me. I had to memorize it and then destroy it.

I only had seven days left, but I would come to the courtyard every night, not for anything else, but for this ‘escape’ route.

I had another meeting with the woman, like playing a game of Go, and we had already started to lay out the pieces… But whether we were being swallowed up or whether the other side was swallowing us up, we would only know after the pieces had tangled and collided…

From the fifth day before the deadline, the gods began to come every day, more than once, sometimes even two or three times.

From that time on, the scabs on my body began to fall off in large quantities. Every day I took off my clothes, and I was extremely uncomfortable seeing the old, dried blood on my clothes. I was recovering quickly, but I was calm on the surface, but my heart was actually anxious to a critical point.

I seemed to know something, everything that the woman had told me about my master and my elders.

But I had to endure it, because the two sides had already set up their positions, and the time for a direct confrontation was far from over… What’s more, the woman didn’t say much in case I got even more agitated.

In addition, I have to endure. Endure what? It is the gaze of the god.

He has become increasingly uncontrollable. He comes to this room, and many times he just sits in the highest position in this room, silently looking at me, as if he is satisfied with looking at a carefully crafted work of art, or as if he is admiring another version of himself.

He no longer needs to hide his greed. In this world, he probably feels like the true master, so there is no need to hide any of his emotions.

But for me, being treated like a big fish on a plate, the most successful prey, is not a pleasant thing. I need to relieve my psychological pressure.

The way I do this is that whenever I can meet up with that woman, I ask her for a small bottle of the wine she usually drinks.

The taste is light and sweet, the explosion is in the throat, and the breath that returns is fierce and rushes up the entire brain… A small bottle is enough to make a person feel drunk, she said it was called “Immortal Pouring.”

“Tomorrow, the last night we meet, I’ll tell you what you want to know,” she said as she handed me two bottles of the elixir.

Tomorrow? I unscrewed the cap and took a sip, impatient to forget the gaze of the gods and the upcoming opening.

I thought I remembered every day, just like tomorrow is the seventh day, and the gods won’t wait for the day after tomorrow.